Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

"What's more of a coincidence?" Liu Jun swore that he had never been as confused as he was today in the past few decades of ups and downs.

To be honest, the news about Lin Mudan is useless. There is a high probability that Qiyanzhi will no longer be in the hands of the mother and son. There is no point in keeping this person.

After thinking for a while, Liu Jun slowly showed a smile and said, "Liu also wants to know what the more coincidental thing the little brother mentioned is."

Jiang Ran's eyes were deep and he said nothing.

"Ms. Lin is a guest at Liu's home." The biggest difference between Liu Jun and Zhou Yuanwei is that they assess the situation. When they feel that the benefits are not proportional to the effort, they will abandon their son without hesitation.

Jiang Ran nodded slightly, with a hint of pity in his expression.

What is this little brat regretting?Liu Jun's eyes were beating and his heart was pounding.

He didn't think that the other party's expression had any profound meaning, but the more he thought about it, the more scared he became.

This spontaneous expression of regret all revealed one thing, that is, his decision was beyond the other party's expectations.

Liu Jun even had an extremely terrifying suspicion that this paralyzed man had been waiting for him to resist or say something that refused to cooperate.

Even though he didn't have time to investigate the other party's background and true background, he still felt lucky for his decision after a well-reasoned analysis in his mind.

"Seeing that you are very cooperative... I will barely satisfy your curiosity."

Jiang Ran shook his head with regret. He had planned to make the other party a fool, but he didn't expect that this guy was like a slippery loach, refusing to accept any move.

In the world of cultivation, such people have a very high chance of survival.

When facing someone of unknown origin, the first thing you want to think about is tolerance, rather than feeling that you have been refuted. This way of acting is simply invincible.

Needless to say, people who are more powerful than myself will bow down and obey them with low eyebrows. When meeting junior monks with astonishing backgrounds, it is difficult to make enemies with them. Although they lose face for a while, they gain long-term peace.

One word, steady.

Liu Jun pursed his lips and swallowed unconsciously, feeling that there was something in Jiang Ran's words.

"Ahem... Liu is older, and he is actually not that curious."

Curiosity kills the cat is not just a saying, not to mention he feels that there is probably something wrong with what this kid says.

"It's better to choose a different day than to hit the sun. Since my little brother has found Liu for Ms. Lin's matter, why not let me take care of it today and get drunk?"

Liu Jun's idea was very simple, first stabilize this little brat, and while he was drunk and bold, he might be able to get some news.

"All the wine in the world is completely tasteless."

Jiang Ran shook his head.

This statement sounded arrogant, but he declined it politely.

Liu Jun knew that the other party probably looked down on a guy like him, but he still followed his words.

"My little brother is a distinguished guest from Nandu. Nangang New Street is famous for its extravagance, with gold bottles of wine and jade plates of delicacies. It is Liu Menglang."

"Not necessarily Meng Lang."

A smile suddenly appeared in Jiang Ran's eyes.

"Liu is stupid, please let me know clearly, little brother."

If he hadn't been able to figure out this guy's true identity without talking back and forth, Liu Jun would have slapped him in the face and cursed him loudly.

He was really tired of this kind of riddle-like communication.

"This is a more coincidental thing, but it's worth your exaggeration."

Jiang Ran picked up the teapot, picked up the teacup that was upside down on the plate, and poured a glass of water into the cup.

He immediately put down the teapot in his hand, held the teacup with his fingers, walked up to Liu Jun, who was more than a head shorter than him, and looked down at him condescendingly.

"There is no wine here, let's use water instead."

He handed the tea cup filled with white water forward, and there was an unmistakable meaning in his brows.

"You're riding a horse!" Biaozi, who had been gathering behind Liu Jun for a long time, finally couldn't help but shouted angrily,

No matter how powerful his limbs are and his simple mind, he can still see that this yellow-faced brat has bad intentions. How can anyone refuse someone's kindness and then force someone to drink water?

Liu Jun raised his eyes in silence, trying to see some slight emotion fluctuations in Jiang Ran's eyes, but only clear ones could be seen.

"I'll kill you little brat!"

Biaozi was not a fool. He noticed that Liu Jun, who had been making small moves before, suddenly became silent, and he probably guessed what his boss was thinking.

It's normal to test this thing. Liu Jun actually has no intention of falling out.

He thought very simply. It was normal for a rough man like Biaozi to be angry. After the young man opposite could no longer maintain his calmness, he would scold his subordinates lightly, thus eliminating the tense situation.

In this way, nature has the upper hand.

It wouldn't be a big deal to offend the other party. After all, from the moment he entered the house to now, he has given him enough face.

A rough guy who doesn't understand the rules under your command has made a mistake. If you, a noble man, can show off your face and argue over it, that's considered your skill.

Biaozi was originally standing next to Jiang Ran. He roared angrily, took out a three-edged thorn from nowhere, and stabbed him in the back.

He was used to being reckless. Even if he guessed that Liu Jun was just testing him and not wanting to show off his face, he still couldn't hold back the murderous intention that took root in his body.

"Mr. Jiang!"

Yan Yuqing subconsciously exclaimed, even though she had seen Jiang Ran's methods, she still felt that the other party was a mortal body.

If the Huajin Zhenqi is too late to defend against the enemy, there may be a chance of being successfully attacked by a sneak attack.

The scene that happened immediately before her eyes completely shattered her outlook on life, and made her realize the power of the Grandmaster even more deeply.

The tip of Jiang Ran's index finger was like a dragonfly touching water, tapping lightly on the surface of the glass of white water handed to Liu Jun.

An imperceptible drop of crystal dew hung on his fingertips. Just when Biaozi, whose dark face was flushed with cruelty, just pulled out the three-edged thorn, he flicked it out.

Of all the people present, only Yan Yuqing, who had Ming Jin cultivation, could clearly see the trajectory of the drop of water. Almost as soon as Jiang Ran flicked his finger, it penetrated between Biaozi's eyebrows and exited from the back of his head.

When the crystal clear water droplets passed through the back of the head, they took on a bright red color, and then seemed to have suffered a huge impact. They suddenly dispersed into mist in Yan Yuqing's eyes, just like light dust, swirling like foam, and in an instant fleeting.

The brutal and bloodthirsty light in the eyes of Biaozi, who was as big as a black bear, dissipated together with the spray of water. The three-sided thorn also fell off from the palm of his hand that had lost its grip, and quietly fell to the ground in the eyes of Liu Jun who was belatedly aware of it.

The sound of the collision of steel and the ground reached his ears, which made him relax for a second, and his eyes, waiting to watch the show, kept beating like the three-sided thorns bouncing on the ground.

After a long time riding on the cub of a river-crossing dragon, this yellow-faced young man who seemed to be overly arrogant turned out to be a river-crossing dragon.

Liu Jun opened and closed his lips twice, but he was still unable to organize his words. Instead, he felt like his calves were trembling.

The remaining people behind him looked as if their heads had been hit with a sledgehammer, as if they didn't understand the situation.

The three-edged thorn soon stopped moving and lay quietly on the ground without making any sound.

Jiang Ran once again handed the teacup in his hand to Liu Jun, his voice as indifferent as before.

"Before I met you, I happened to pass by Yaju Tea House, and I happened to kill a man named Zhou Yuanwei."

"It's such a coincidence, you should drink this cup to the fullest."